Anonumous: The prodigal virgin

“But that brings me to my thought. Why don’t you just-well-take her in hand a little? You know-bring out all those qualities in her that would fascinate men. Stir and stimulate her so that the good old S A will stick out all over her. You are the only one who could do this-you’ve made a most tremendous hit with the bashful lady. A quiet word from me to the general effect that a girl may properly go a lot further with you ought to do the trick. She wouldn’t allow anyone else but you in the way of lovely spooning, you know. She’s already succumbed so sweetly to the kisses which I’ve urged between you.

“Stan, dearest,” she want on excitedly, “for her own sake you ought to do this. She wouldn’t let anyone else go to any lengths with her. And, with her fiery if submerged nature, it wouldn’t be safe even if she did. I’ll give you all the carte blanche you want-you’ll know when to stop. But, darling, you said a while ago that she was second only to me. Don’t let her ever sneak into first place!”

“Old silly!” he cried softly and kissed her lips tenderly.

“I was only kidding, really,” she remarked, snuggling closer. “I know very well that I’ve got you nicely hooked, Mister Man!”

“This is a hell of a thing you’re suggesting, Mildred, I suppose you realize that,” he said. “For this kid has got every sort of fascination there is plastered down under a novice’s rearing, total inexperience, and a genuine shyness. And let me tell you that it’s no cinch for a man-especially a man already devoted to a certain lady whom she much resembles-to stop short when, if your surmise is correct, great depths of sheer glorious passion open before him with such a girl as Marion.”

“I know, dear, and I’ll make it up to you by being right there to act as a safety valve whenever needed,” smiled Mildred. “On the other hand, if you can put it over,-and I’m sure you can-you ought to have a pretty swell time yourself, oughtn’t you, teaching her things, seeing her come to life in your very arms?”

“Well, old pet, on your head be it,” he said, drawing a long breath. “Far be it from me to deny that it would be a rare treat to spoon with Marion. And I already love the young lady. See if you can’t slip her into one of your alleged bathing suits tomorrow.”

Dusted with fine sand, two splendid bodies lay in a sort of natural covert between two low sandhills. That the sand clung in tiny patches to their liberally exposed skins was due not to a plunge into the nearby lake-for they had been no nearer the water than they now were-but rather to the fact that each of the pair had been moved to the excitement and warmth that induces a suffusing perspiration.

Rustling reeds raised about them an added cover and whispered, too, in a faint breeze which felt refreshing to both those sweating bodies as the pair rolled perhaps a foot apart, equivalent to a painful separation. But this separation would be atoned for in the not distant future by a renewed grapple, that was very sure!

One of the extended bodies was a great array of muscular limbs and frame weighing at least a hundred and ninety. This body could readily have spotted eighty pounds to the other body, which appeared hardly more than half its bulk.

The fact is, however, that it was only at this instant that a near-sighted observer would have been able to swear that the bodies were two in number instead of one. For the previous fifteen minutes, indeed, they had been the practical equivalent of just one rather extraordinarily shaped form, so closely, so unintermittently had they been clasped together, with the smaller body enfolded and sheltered by the massive frame of the larger one. “Oh-Stanley, Stanley, Stanley!”

This mere ghost of a voice could hardly have been heard farther than the ear to which it was addressed. “Well, Maro old sweetness!” murmured a masculine voice.

And the man, smiling gently and happily, touched softly with a fingertip two delicate buds which seemed to be trying to pierce, on the summits of twin breasts, the fine fabric which afforded the scantiest of covering.

Marion quivered. She withdrew another inch. And she whispered reproachfully, “Ah, but that at least is not a kiss-to touch me that way.”

“Well, those touches are mere admiring salutes to a bust so exquisite that it is a shame it should be ever hidden from the eyes which it would gladden so much,” said the man.

“It isn’t very much hidden now, I’m afraid,” the girl replied shamefacedly as she glanced downward for an instant. “But you shouldn’t even notice-or, at least, speak of-part of me like that. Though it’s nice of you to approve if you must speak.”

“It would be somewhat difficult,” he smiled, “not to approve of such utterly lovely and adorable little breasts as those. Still, I restrain my enthusiasm, since it abashes you, and I merely say that somewhere in the world there may be breasts as beautiful as yours, but that it is very doubtful. And the dainty nipples point silently at me as if in thanks for the kisses which have aroused them from their sleep.”

“You make it worse and worse every time you open your mouth,” she said, leaning a smooth brow against his shoulder. “What a topic to ask a girl to discuss with a man!…Did anybody ever tell you that you have the most even and attractive white teeth, Stanley?”

“The better to nibble you with, fairest of sister-in-laws,” he explained.

“I believe you really would chew me, monster! You must have done every other thing there is!”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that! You seem to have a very erroneous idea of the extent of my repertoire. Indeed, I haven’t done a single thing since we came here except to kiss this rosy face, this sunny head, this soft neck, and these white shoulders and arms-kisses, I am forced to add, which it was difficult to get you to return.”

“There were other things too,” faltered Marion in the lowest of voices. “I shouldn’t have stayed-you know I should not.”

“Mere by-products-inevitable offshoots of our kisses,” he said. “And hence not in the least reprehensible even for my sensitive little novice.”

The girl drew a long breath which issued presently in soft sighs. “If we are to hug and kiss-if you are to hug and kiss-if you are to teach me all these startling things,” she began.

“All these detestable things?” he queried smilingly.

She laid her warm lips upon his brawny neck. “Don’t tease,” she whispered. “You know whether I detest them or not. But what I was going to say was that we should dress ourselves in real clothes for what Mildred calls spooning. It’s lovely, dear Stanley-yes, why should I be less than frank about an intense pleasure which you can very well see I experience? But hugging and rolling around so nearly unclad!”

“I would be keen to hug you even if clad in all sorts of things-with an opera cloak on top of them,” he said. “But the nearer I can get to the real you the pleasanter it is to embrace you.”

“Well, it drives me almost distracted. I don’t think I was wholly sane ten minutes ago,” she replied, with a candor that delighted him. “You see, our legs quite bare and our bodies tangled up and squirming-why, I had the most awful feeling all of a sudden that we were acting as even a husband and wife should be ashamed to act and I felt-I felt abashed and guilty to be enjoying so much of what conscience told me was wrong,” she said steadily. “And if it hadn’t been for what Mildred told me this morning after breakfast-“

“And that was?” he queried.

“She said I was too naive and unformed for words, that I positively needed to be taken in hand by a man who could be trusted not to go too far. That if I was ever to feel at ease at all among persons our age, I’d simply got to go a little pace with you since you were the only man ±n whom I was interested at all. And that since you were my relative, scandal couldn’t get at us.